a pinwheeling guise
tops the levy
of bankrolled benefactors
casting clouds
seeded with opposites
the mind retracts
from bs
but explaining it efficiently
is so frickin hard
like a bowling ball
with holes
filled
the stopping point
comes round and round
but no one gets off
the merry-go-round
deception
the money is fake
the time is stolen
the brake lines are cut
the system is boggled
the system is rotten
the system is stale
the system is computerized
the system is junk
the junk men are cruel
they are psychologists
bobble makers
pimps
and the weight of knowledge
is so damn heavy
floating in a sea of clowns
you want to slap
sense
but your hands can’t strike
because
violence
is a sham
a burglarized misfit
it has no place
only service
programming
downloading
fear
so that’s out
what’s left?
hope
Stephen Martin, 4/5/2021